The journey took us a whole ten days before we could finally see the faintest glimpses of Qayan slowly poking out of the horizon. A sight Nizam was absolutely enthralled to see, as he glued himself to the windows as soon as it came into view.
And though the infamous city couldn't hold a candle to the sheer size and majesty of the capital city of Ekleposus, it still held it's own unique charm, as I beheld miles upon miles of fertile green fields extending in all directions, carefully tended to by thousands of hard working farmers, while the occasional childish laughs echoed loudly in the air, as dozens of small children ran around their parents in jubilation. And this heartwarming sight was only interrupted by a thin river that slithered through the landscape like a silent serpent, quietly delivering life to the fields through a network of well built canals, before it eventually joined the mighty Vitar river in the distance.
